Giudizi universali.
Valanga di parole date al vento and the wind as far back echoes of the mountains. Snow that melts on contact with the hands: hard water runoff in small drops.
sensations with closed eyes that make little color to black gradient.
Loss of control of the world around him, skin to skin, confusion to confusion.
Moments of eternity.
Up and down waves that glide with uncertainty and fear in the lands to be discovered.
Tremor.
Reluctantly the tide rose.
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